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[a lyrical hum cuts in, almost as if someone didn't know what they were doing]

"Leave yer message."

[oh. no, he knew. he just didn't care. the beep comes after another brief humming stops.]

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[tinstar]

Right. You're a closet kinda guy. Bet you got a thing for crawlspaces too. [It almost sounds like a tease. He was familiar with the look on Collins face; it was the kind of thing that made him get outta bed in the morning.]

That's somethin'. Suppose we oughta hope that's the last of the daggers aimin' at your back for now. [Until Collins kills again. Raylan smiles politely.]

Anyway. I'll let you get back to your day, return these books to where they belong. You know the deal, you need somethin', open your mouth and we'll see what we can do. [He tips his hat before stepping back. Be seeing' ya tomorrow.]